The Faded Photograph

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The stone gate of Oakhaven stood eternal, its archway worn smooth by centuries of passing feet, a silent witness to the turning of the world. It did not decay. It did not rust. It simply was, a fixed point in the drifting fog that rolled in from the moors every evening. Thomas Whitmore stood before it, his hand resting on the cold, unyielding granite. He was a man built of straight lines and...

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